Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.